Chorus
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign bitch
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign bitch
My window down, I'm riding to my new shit (wish that was me)
Got my new bitch, got my, got my new bitch (this dude a G!)
I don't camp off wit no j's they sell them hoes for free (What the fuck that mean?)
Never payin' for no pussy, fuck them hoes for free
That's a fucking bawlaa
How can I become a bawlaa?
Verse 1:
Mirror mirror on the wall
How can Dicky learn to ball
I wish I was T.I.P. and I could spit some shit with southern drawls
I wish I could flip a brick and spit that shit like Ricky Ross
Holla at broads, at the mall
Spit about a mufucken' bitch up in 'da whip
And getting lit up in the backseat
Talkin' shit about a dinner wit an athlete
Fuck that, can't rap like the rest of these mufuckas
Without all my writtens being fact free
Do y'all know how bad I wish I could
But y'all would laugh if I spit hood
So now ya man is making jams about some random
Shit, when dudes is rappin' bout they fuckin' weaponry
Homicidal tendencies
The only dough that I can boast about is seeded sesame
I'm jealous B
Cuz errbody in the game get to say they kill
Errbody in the game get to say steal
Errbody in the game sayin' words like trill
Really wish that I could make that hit
Fake that shit
Without coming off all gay n' shit
Cuz if I coulda rapped like Wayne
Then I'd prolly be sayin' a lot of the crazy shit like
I'mma kill you pussy ass bitches wit the chopper
Now make that pussy pop off...and this shit would sound proper
Chorus
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign bitch
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign bitch
Ma window down, I'm riding to my new shit (wish dat was me)
Got my new bitch, got my, got my new bitch (this dude a g!)
Ion camp off wit no j's they sell them hoes for free (what the fuck that mean?)
Never payin' for no pussy, fuck them hoes for free
That's a fucking bawlaa
How can I become a bawlaa?
Verse 2 -
Here we go
Here's a flow
Bout some shit I really know
I'mma spit it raw and swag it up as if I'm really cold
Ma cheerios is honey nut
Gear at most a hunned bucks
P.S. I Love You is on the TV, Dicky tearin' up
Go up to the bathroom, I have to
Ma dentist say I gotta make an effort now it's time to floss
Holla at my dog, and I call the mufucka to me and
Get a leash and take him out to walk
Roll around the ave
I put his shit up in a bag
And then a whip pull up, the windows down, this bitch look out and asking
How she get back on the high way
Told dat bitch to drive straight
And take a left on honeycut
But stay up in the right lane
Cuz it come up kinda quick
You see what the fuck I'm sayin
Other people get to rap about like
Home cooked crack, and like jail n shit
And I gotta spit a lotta shit about a muthafuckin
Kid up in a crib that's got the central air
It's not fair
No one cares
Real talk I just wanna braid my hair
And rap about whatever bruh
Money hoes Et cetera
Instead of bein' clever every measure but I'm never gonna be
Chorus
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign bitch
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign bitch
My window down, I'm riding to my new shit (Wish dat was me)
Got my new bitch, got my, got my new bitch (This dude a G!)
Ion't camp off wit no j's they sell them hoes for free (What the fuck that mean?)
Never payin' for no pussy, fuck them hoes for free
That's a fucking bawlaa
How can I become a bawlaa?
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